Quick Evidence on Taxes
Okay, so I think, Shelley kicked me out, either in 2006 or 2007, reminding me of what time of year or season that was leading into, the 2008 presidential elections! Among other things, I believe that Elliot's band, who started to tour, by the time I went to St. George and moved in with, Julia Warner, my parents' next door neighbor, and the grandmother-in-law, of red headed, Ryan Chambers, already touring, the world, with God's Revolver, starting to tour America, with three world wide, music magazine interviews in the workings and a shit load of great music reviews, up to and including, New York Writer's Guild, comparing this band to the greats, Joni Mitchel and Bob Dylan, plus early American writer, William Faulkner, a Clean Well Lighted Place, all being stopped the day, I showed, big sister Greta, and her husband, AFT, agent, Dallas Todd Hyland, nice bro-in-law, and told Bad Grandpa, Richard Glenn Southwick, about all the great music reviews, from places as far away as Sweden, probably got, the fake band confused, maybe, but they were using a different name of the CD and titles for the songs, I believe, judged on watching, Frank and Isaac interact, during the time, Elliot's band, God's Revolver, Hard Rock Band of 2008, so perfect timing, not only in 2008, for Mitt's presidential bid, but also, with the release of Elliot's first CD, in a three CD, record deal with Sony, and the vultures, including, Shelley, Isaac, and Frank, who would come on the seen, with me marrying him, thinking I was marrying Allan, but totally seeing, from Rachel's actions, and Shelley's, not to mention, Isaac's, attachment to Frank/Allan, joking about, naming, an old dairy, that had been partially remodeled, with a great dance floor, a recording studio, and art gallery, that I was going to turn into a dance club and place that Elliot and his bands, connected into the whole Salt Lake music scene, could come stay and my house, and play for the locals!
Although, Shelley and Isaac, had moved in, that October 2011, without permission, Isaac bringing with him, Adam and John, from Elliot's band, with jokes about naming the band, Alamo, and me finding evidence of the underground revolver, Remember the Alamo, on the Internet, and Shelley, wanting Frank to find her a cabin to rent up at Panguitch Lake? Why? And why Frank/Alan . . . previous world travelers and planners for up coming tours, for Elliot's new music that was never, named or released? Was this a second shot, at stealing the music for the FBI, CIA, Mormon crowd, who lost the 2008 presidential bid? Mad money, all benefit, but the ones who created it . . . however, Sony wanted a remix, and Elliot is the only one who did the remix, giving up on other lazy ass band members, or like his new band's name, Worst Friends, Elliot, being somewhat laid back, although, getting more and more, like his warrior mother, being shit on by everyone, who benefited from his talent, much like his mother, he may have know, or didn't have a choice and maybe the other band members, toured without him, with Isaac in his place . . . Isaac was sharing the new music with everyone, who worked on my house in Parowan, with me too busy to watch what was going on, but totally taking notice of the close relationship and attraction between Shelley, Frank and Isaac!
Secrist Family Talent to Fund Mitt's Election!
Frank/Allan, hated President Obama, with a passion, unmatched, or like anything I had ever seen, and he was pissed that I liked, not only liked, but had helped President Obama, with the plan on Afghanistan, and with other things, as they came up. Frank/Alan, was very prejudice and old school, big time Republican! I believe, he and Shelley, after killing, Allan Rex Bess, ransacked the house, took all stocks, bonds, certificates and valuables, before I got in the house. Frank, who was not the smartest cookie on the block, may have been surprised when I decided to take the real Allan Bess up on his offer to move in his house, and he go up to the cabin, after my house was stolen, and all furniture, allegedly to cover a judgement against Rachel and Shelley that I never heard about? Really, your sister, who kept the house, won the law suit, and was kicking ass all over the place, and sister's don't tell me about a judgement, that was the reason, the cops took my paid for furniture . . . or was there a real judgement, they just led police to believe, that Shelley was me, keeping me in court, while I threw a party for 250 people while Shelley, usually not social, served as such a great hostess? When my house and furniture was taken by the Washington County Sheriffs, Constable, and with the help of Judge John Walton, who went to fucking law school with me, and I had been in his courtroom on many occasions, and he was a great buddy of Chris Hickey, Rachel's husband, but he took the house, long before the law suit, the second one brought by HSBC Chinese mortgage holders, purchasing the house from Wells Fargo, whom I had won, in court, with Judge Walton being a former attorney, for the bank, while with Salt Lake's largest law firm, before becoming a prosecutor, with Iron County . . . making any connections, back door deals?
Mom, prior to the cops taking the house was rockin' the legal field, and winning cases, issues, rulings that nobody else had been winning, but I was working 22 hours a day! I think the grander scheme, using the Brock case, Cheek case . . . white supremacists, and Tom Vail cases, were to fund Mitt's campaign, as was Elliot's band money, with people being well bribed and well paid for playing, which was easy with a world president, and Mormon, with almost all Mormons involved . . . they had to make me insecure, floundering, and in total chaos to steal my cases, and mama Kodiac bear was also watching baby bear's music this time, so they had to yank the rug out from under my feet . . . the fucking presidency was at stake and so was a one world order and Patriot Act, with America the world police force . . . big time shit, resting on taking care of this constitutional law attorney! Frank's job, was to take control of Iron County, with Shelley's help, working with Iron County, who hated me anyway because of the law suit, Cheek and kicking them around on the Travis Braun, who turned against me, and willing to say, I am Rachel or whom ever, because I liked Shane, the story of my life, jealous whatever, while Shane was in jail, I was visiting Travis a lot, in jail, and there was a ton of attention on Travis, not only as the jail house attorney, but a bet, a kitty, in fact, with both inmates and deputies, betting, wondering what the relationship between me and Travis was, and I think, when Shane got out, and attention was divide, with me, not getting know Travis, well, because he was married, and Shane was going through a divorce, but there was a jealousy there too, and I am convinced, that Shane was murdered, and a double brought in . . .
Because, about the time, I was figuring that Allan, whom I married, because, not only because, but, I saw Shane with some chick, going to a bishops and I heard they were getting married! So, what the hell . . . but, later, after I knew Allan was dead and I was with a double, I saw a guy who looked almost identical to Shane, but bigger, when both of us were eating in the Parowan Cafe, and I was so unsure, but wondering if that was Shane, because he was so much bigger, but Haylee had told me he got his name, Superman, because he was so big and pumped, during football season, so I thought, he must have gained weight, but the guy didn't say anything to me . . . maybe didn't know that was who I was, and that Shane would have grabbed me and hugged me . . . he was much more aggressive than I was, because I had ethics and professional rule of conduct to abide by, but Shane would have fucked me in a heart beat, called me at Christmas, invited me to his house, invited me to sit next to him on the couch, after a prolonged and sexual hug, and asked me to go up in his bedroom . . .we both totally dug each other, but he was my son's age!
Fuck, and Haylee's boy, but she was in prison, but Misty, I believe was very jealous, married to some old fart, 27 years older, and the problems starting at a criminal law conference when both, Travis and Shane, both going through tough times, came to the conference, both going to be my private investigators or legal assistants, with Travis already enrolled, and arrested the second he stepped foot in my house, Shane was coming too . . . we all went during the break to check out my house . . . I think, Shane took a picture of the thin, me I had on my desk to inspire myself, of what I used to look like! That day, Shane showed up late for the conference, and I could not help myself, and rarely was close to him, always on guard and didn't think, but I reached out and touched his pumped up chest, and just said, YOU made it? Misty, turned on me from that point forward and brought, tried that day in fact, Kelly Ann Booth, who was handling Haylee's new trial, and wanted to study under me, or be a little JoAnn . . . tons of issues between me and Boothe! She, like Mitt, Prophet's granddaughter, owes, me about $15 million, or her cut of MY CASE, that I won, long before she even figured out she needed a federal court license to practice in the federal courts, she was counting on knowing Judge Ted Stewart!
Shane is In Wyoming Working, Double is in His House!
Okay, so this dude, looking like Shane shows up, in Parowan, don't think he knew who I was, and didn't act familiar. However, his alleged, step-father and mother, owned the local Dairy Freeze and I would ask about Shane, when I saw his aunt or step-dad, Carter . . . now how in the hell, would a homeless person know all of this . . . because it is my fucking life! They have surveillance! I don't! They can spy on my life, and tell all my stories, I have to rely on God, PERIOD! So, I see this guy, figure that Shane is embarrassed or mad, but really thinking, oh, no, this is a double for Shane, whom I really cared about, but for the age and situation, being his attorney, on the civil case, with him feeling like a abandoned him on the criminal case, I just didn't want to fuck it up for him on sentencing, since it was my first case, and he was a heart throb, would have died had he gone to prison, so I turned it over to, Misty and Dennis along with Shane's parents, who kind of threw Shane's case into the mix, and they all end up hiring, enemy, Brain Adamson, a friend of Rachel's and also Shelley, with him and John Walton, colluding to get the house out of my control and by this time, Rachel and Shelley were pissed, because I was sick of taking care of Shelley and crew, and her not helping even with the cleaning or her own kid! Anyway, trust me, any enemy of my enemy, is my friend, applied her, I kicked Adamson's ass, on the eviction, and he organized a church house cleaning which I was thrilled about, because I won the law suit, and Chris tried to act like I would not allow him to get his shit out of the house, this was August and I had been begging since February, not going to risk moving his shit out, until we won the lawsuit, which was signed, August 16, 2010, I think, or the 26th, or was that the day, Chris pulled his shit! Anyway, it was war all over the place.
So, back to Shane, oh, by the way, Misty and Dennis had eyes on my house too, when Rachel was losing it, and may have been in on this whole thing, from the get go? But, Shane seemed innocent, not a man of letters but on solid muscle and cool, very attracted to him and him me, so much so, that the guards in Iron County Jail were jealous, and started harassing me, listening to our conversations, knowing, everything and reacting to it, after me and Shane, were talking, he was my insider, and told me all the jail shit, loved it! But, after the morning I saw Shane's double, I was freaking out, and found him following me, over to the Post Office, later that day, with a truck that was a gold Toyota, but, I think either it had black rims over the tires, and Shane's didn't or the opposite, Shane tried to get one just like mine and did, but his a Toyota, mine a Ford Ranger. But, I noticed the difference in the truck, and freaked out, but I was not 100% sure, so that night, I drove past, Shane's house, like I did, often, high school thing, and noticed, some girl who didn't look like the one I remember Shane with, different cars in the driveway, and so about 1 A.M., I called Shane, whispering because, Allan had moved in and I knew he was a murderer! I woke Shane up, from sleep, and he seemed out of it, not really awake, but I asked him where he was, and he said, he was in Wyoming! What?
Your double is in YOUR HOUSE! Shane said he would be careful, but I don't think he was awake enough to even remember the next morning. But from that point on, every time I drove past, Shane's house, there were cops, who showed up, and chased me away. One night, I came down from Montana, and drove past Shane's house, still hot on the boy, missing him and thinking, that we could at least have an affair, young as he was, lol! My kids said they would kill me if I married anyone that young! LOL, they had one parent married to someone 22 years younger, didn't need me too! But, one night, I took this book of cowboy art, with a gallery, right here on Broadway, here in Missoula, the guy L.A. something, the colorful art, the one First Security Bank uses, with the horse . . . but, it reminded me of Shane, and me, just getting more and more into the cowboy thing, between Brett, first, Jerry sort of, and Shane, big time, rancher, farmer, mason, we would laugh, plan and scheme on how we were going to take down the narcotics cops, the Patriot Act, with deer cameras hanging in the trees, watching them growing the marijuana, and this was no joke, I had worked with U.S. Attorney Brett Tolman and we took down 8 cops in St. George, he took my letter serious and he brought in undercover military, search and rescue, authorized to use deadly force if necessary, had body guards for me, and protected me from other feds, involved. So, given this relationship, and Shane a big time believer in the Constitution, as was Travis, the three of us were going to take them down! Shane was a threat! They eliminated him, I believe!
But this one night, I dropped off the cowboy art from Montana, and while I was dropping it in the truck, Shane's work truck, the other Shane, came out, and yelled, who are you? Shane would have known, and while this other double was going in the house, to get the keys, I got back in my car and took off, actually before he could get his keys . . . Shane would have known it was me, for sure. This guy, was pissed and was speeding to watch me, at the only exit out of Shane's subdivision, while I was parked down the street watching him . . . I am always watching the ones who think they are watching for me! LOL! But this guy was not messing around, and he was after blood . . . and it was the first time, cops had not been around, but I had been in Montana for some time by this time. I waited for Shane to leave, or Shane's double. One other time, earlier, I think, I saw, who I figured was Shane, after driving past his house, but by this time I was in the Taurus, not my truck, so I don't think, if it was Shane, he would have seen me, but this guy was in a sheriff's SUV, holding the steering wheel, just like Shane used to, very intense. The thing that is strange about this is, that Shane hated cops, but after I had not seen him after the conference, he allegedly had to go back to jail for three months . . . the period, they may have said he was in jail, but the time, like with Kat and Chris, my son, bringing in the double, first you create chaos, then, time, and people are not very perceptive, so I believe they killed Shane, then brought in the cop double! Just what it appeared to be to me . . . 4 men have been murdered, Kennedy shot! So not cool . . .
Taxes . . . Shelley Working Under My Social Security Number, Failed to File in 2001 and 2003!
Sorry to be jumping around, so convoluted, complex, twisted, with characters, sisters, cases, clients, judges, cops, doubles, etc. But, back in 2007, right after I moved to St. George, or soon after, living at 623 Concord Ave, right next to my parents, 635, at least these are the addresses that stick in my head, I got a call from an IRS agent. This guy, started telling me that I owed taxes for 2001 and 2003, and I told him, no did not, that I quite working in 2000, due to a terminal brain disease, so it was impossible for me to have to pay taxes. He kept calling me and saying, do you admit that you owe taxes . . . NO I MOST CERTAINLY DO NOT! I was not working during that time, and i don't make enough income to pay taxes. I said, you can't just pull some number out of your ass and expect me to pay! I reminded this agent that, I was entitled to due process, notice and a hearing and as far as I am concerned, you have no proof that I worked, nor that I was put on notice so I could dispute this amount, nor a hearing either, so fuck you! The guy, would call again and say, do you admit that you owe blah, blah, blah . . . NO, and generally when I would get done with him, he would hang up on me. Finally a supervisor called, and tried the same bull shit . . . she hung up on me too! I thought it was just good lawyering on my part, but now, I am thinking, that Shelley was working, and is typical, she is using my name, making money, much more than she has the earning capacity to make, and she was leaving me with the bill, or dealing with the IRS, getting them off HER BACK!
I would check where, Shelley was living and working at the time! You might find all the evidence you need for the double, for the fraud, for the identity theft, for social security fraud, government documents fraud, etc. enough, surely to put her away for life, and beyond!!!!!! I worked a few days in January of 2000, the year I was told I would die, collapsed at work, and quit! I had to stay on the payroll for 5 months or until May, until my disability kicked in, but there was not work on the books, no pay, which is what I thought they were calling about, but that was the year 2000, and the tax bill was for 2001 and 2003!
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